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"... So then he leans in, and she leans in, and he says—quietly, dramatically: ‘And if you did come? Darling... Just imagine all of the envious glances and hushed murmurs certain to trail in our wake throughout the entire evening. I acknowledge neither you nor I are fond of gossip, but you've got to admit: us being the center of attention... well, my failure to invite you would undeniably rank among my most profound regrets.’ ... And then Varia’s Aerodactyl swoops in to take her, but not before Jericho shouts to the sky as she flies away, begging her to consider his one request."
Allison's countenance blossomed with a crimson flush, catching Dash's discerning gaze. Perhaps the fortuitous occurrence of her oversleeping held a silver lining; she'd been spared from attending a music show she had persistently stated to the press she would never associate herself with.
Learning that her boyfriend secretly loved romance movies, so much so that he somehow had acquired the original screenplay of his favorite movie—which he was reenacting now—along with the elusive director's cut DVD, had eclipsed any superficial joy she would have felt in the face of some bigwig at some VIP event.